The Distant Summer

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The ferry lines at the Gyeongsang crossing were moving at the speed of mud drying in the sun, a slow, viscous crawl that sucked the breath out of the morning. Behind the chain-link fence, the census enumerators stood in their high-visibility vests, counting heads and checking IDs while the fog pressed against the glass like a wet hand. I was one of them, Se-yeon Kang, and I was twenty-two years...

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